Southwestern Iceland was indeed a charming and pleasant drive through lots of green space, little colorful houses that dot the country and the numerous lazy cows that either laid there contentedly or were up mowing the lawn. I remember once stopping on the highway and intending to take a closer shot of the cows by the fence. As I approached, they got up, and a very surly-looking one (quite unlike the tame and majestic Icelandic horses from the day before) started huffing and puffing as if it was ready to pounce on me. Angered by the unfriendly welcome, I quite naturally stomped back to the car. It was only then that I realised that it had all been my fault: I was wearing a bright red shirt!